NOVEL WEB Chapter 8: Tokyo City
After Shiro, Mimiko, and Nanako stepped onto the bus, a familiar chime from the [System] rang in his ears.
> Congratulations: Unique Quest Completed
You have drastically changed the fate and destiny of numerous people.
Rewards:
1,120 Points (112 Villagers)
2,000 Points (Nanako and Mimiko)
10,000 Points (???)
Shiro's eyes widened at the notification. If it weren't for the need to maintain his so-called regal image in front of the twins, he would've jumped out of his seat in joy.
Not that his image was anywhere close to regal in their eyes—not even a little.
Still, the rewards left him puzzled. He leaned back in his seat, subtly swiping through the details in his mind. If I changed the fate and destiny of the villagers, the twins, and this mysterious (???), then (???) must definitely refer to Geto Suguru.
But something didn't add up. Shouldn't the people Geto had killed as a Curse User also count toward the changes? Or… could it be that there's still a chance Geto Suguru might become a Curse User after all?
Shiro frowned slightly, his mind whirring. He'd read plenty of stories to suspect that fate and destiny weren't as easy to alter as most people liked to believe. In his deduction, fate and destiny were like tightly strung bowstrings.
No matter how far you pull the string, it always snaps back to its original position. Unless... something or someone powerful enough maintains the pull or outright cuts the string.
The thought sent a chill of excitement down his spine. It was a deduction without much evidence to support it, just an idea pieced together from his reading experience. But it makes sense, he mused. Maybe changing someone's fate isn't enough. Maybe their destiny has a way of correcting itself unless something—or someone—strong enough stops it.
He shook his head, dismissing the thought with a light sigh. "Thinking too much isn't productive," he muttered to himself.
Unbeknownst to Shiro, however, his "measly" deduction had hit the mark with eerie precision, a perfect 100% accuracy.
If the gods of fate and destiny heard his deduction, they might have applauded him and even granted him their blessing.
Though, if they truly did, they'd likely end up with a massive headache trying to deal with Shiro's endless shenanigans and shameless antics.
But there was something he had missed. Something that would surprise him in ways he couldn't begin to imagine.
…
> [13,500 Points]
Shiro stared at the glowing number, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Not bad," he muttered, admiring the balance like a proud investor checking his portfolio. Then, with a confident smirk, he made his decision. "No hesitation."
With a flick of his mental command, he spent [10,000 Points] to unlock the [Crossover] function. His balance dropped to [3,500 Points], but Shiro didn't care. "Who needs savings anyway?"
The moment the function unlocked, a new notification appeared, accompanied by two additional options that made Shiro freeze mid-thought.
> New Purchasable System Functions:
[Favorability]: 10,000 Points
[Harem]: 10,000 Points
Shiro blinked at the screen, stunned. For a moment, his mind went blank. Then, slowly, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Harem function?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and excitement. His eyes sparkled with newfound determination. "System, you genius. No, you're a saint. I take back everything bad I said about you."
Each function cost [10,000 Points], which made Shiro sigh in exaggerated exasperation. "Not exactly cheap, but it's still within reach."
Leaning back, he folded his arms with a determined look. "No matter what, I'm unlocking those functions. It's not just a goal—it's a moral obligation."
A flicker of regret from his past life surfaced in his mind, making him groan. "Dying a virgin in my last life was bad enough, but single since birth? Come on. The real tragedy was wasting this natural treasure!"
He rubbed his temples, frustration creeping in. "And all because no woman could meet my standards.
His preferred standards? 2D waifus, of course.
"Society failed me!"
Shaking his head, Shiro focused on the matter at hand. "Alright, let's see what this [Crossover] function can really do."
The system's next set of notifications floored him. Not only did the function allow him to travel to any world, but he could also choose the exact time and location of his entry—even before the world's creation.
"Pre-creation entry?" Shiro exclaimed, his eyes widening. "That's insane! I could literally be there at the dawn of time. Maybe I'll write my name in the dirt and take credit for inventing civilization."
However, the system wasn't entirely lenient. It imposed a strict rule: once a time was chosen, it couldn't be easily altered. Moving forward in time was possible, but moving backward was impossible—at least with the system's help. Though Shiro suspected that if he somehow acquired a time travel device or ability, it might still be doable.
The system chimed again, revealing how he could acquire more [Crossover Gifts]—the very items responsible for granting him [Six Eyes] simply by being in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
> Sign-In Bonus: Receive ×1 [Crossover Gift] for every year of activity.
Shop Purchase: Buy a [Crossover Gift] for [100,000 Points].
Shiro groaned loudly, slumping in his seat. "A hundred thousand points? That's not a price; that's extortion! Who do you think I am, Elon Musk?"
He glanced at Nanako and Mimiko, who were quietly watching the scenery pass by. Their wide eyes were glued to the view outside, filled with innocent wonder. Shiro couldn't help but soften at the sight.
"Well," he muttered, sitting up straight. "Guess I'll stick with the free annual sign-in for now. Slow and steady wins the race—or at least doesn't go broke trying."
Sighing, he leaned back with a smirk. "Still, it's only a matter of time before I unlock all the functions. And when I do, this world won't know what hit it."
As the bus neared Tokyo, Shiro's thoughts shifted to the possibilities ahead. Which world should I visit first? His excitement grew as he considered the countless realities available, each with its own unique power system.
Finally, after a few minutes of travel, the bus slowed as they entered the outskirts of Tokyo. Shiro's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the breathtaking sight outside the window.
The city stretched out before them as the bus made its way through the streets. Glass-and-steel buildings stood tall, their windows catching the light of the afternoon sun. Some skyscrapers seemed to vanish into the clouds, while billboards and screens displayed colorful advertisements that flickered with movement. The streets were alive with people walking, cars honking, and bikes weaving through the traffic.
It wasn't perfect—there were patches of wear and tear, small cracks in the sidewalks, and graffiti here and there—but to Shiro, it felt alive.
He leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the city as the hum of life buzzed around him. "Hmm, decent," he muttered, crossing his arms. "The buildings are beautiful, the flow of traffic is organized, and the energy is palpable. It's no utopia, but hey, I've seen worse."
His reflection in the glass caught his eye, and he adjusted his hair with an air of practiced charm. "Still," he added, his lips quirking into a small smile, "it's leagues better than anything back in my old world. At least Tokyo here isn't a crater."
The thought brought a pang of melancholy. Shiro stared out at the city, his expression softening. In his past life, no city was left untouched during World War III. The endless conflicts had reduced the world to rubble, leaving ruins where skyscrapers once stood and silence where life had thrived.
He clenched his fist lightly, but then exhaled and relaxed, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. "I'll take this as a win," he murmured. "An intact city with no bunkers or war zones. Not bad, Tokyo. Not bad at all."
Beside him, Mimiko and Nanako sat quietly, their wide eyes glued to the window. For the twins, it was their first time seeing anything like this, and their wonder was plain on their faces.
"That building's so tall," Mimiko whispered, her small voice tinged with awe.
"Look at the people," Nanako added, clutching her sister's hand tightly. "There are so many of them."
Shiro glanced at them and felt a small flicker of pride. "Ah, first-timers," he said softly, his voice teasing. "Don't worry, kids. Stick with me, and you'll learn how to navigate this concrete jungle in no time."
He said that, but he himself was visiting the city for the first time.
"Really?" Mimiko asked, her voice hesitant but hopeful.
"Of course!" Shiro declared, straightening up and giving them what he thought was a wise, older-brother look. "Tokyo isn't just a city—it's a stage. And lucky for you, your big brother is the star of the show. By extension, that makes you two VIPs."
The twins exchanged a glance, their awe shifting to quiet giggles.
"Laugh it up," Shiro said with mock seriousness, though a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You'll see. This city is my stage, and I intend to make the most of it."
Although he proudly proclaimed himself the star of the show, Shiro's cautious and calculative nature wouldn't allow him to throw himself into the limelight—not that he had much to reveal, other than the system, which was an immediate and resounding "nah ah."
As for the [Six Eyes], no one would ever suspect he possessed such a power. Well, maybe Gojo Satoru, and possibly Master Tengen, but the average Jujutsu Sorcerer or Curse User? Not a chance. Humans, after all, had a convenient habit of ignoring or outright denying impossible things even when those impossible things were standing right in front of them. It was a built-in survival mechanism to keep their sanity intact.
This left only one thing potentially "exposing" about him—his celestial beauty. Shiro smirked to himself. Yes, his divine looks were more than enough to capture the heart of any woman, mortal or otherwise. Even goddesses weren't safe.
He paused, then shrugged. "Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating," he admitted. He still do feel shame. "But let's not pretend it isn't true."
His fingers brushed his jawline as he glanced at his reflection in a nearby glass panel. "Look at this face. Chiseled perfection. A jawline sharper than any cursed tool. Eyes brighter than a thousand suns. Hair that defies the laws of gravity and still looks flawless." He sighed dramatically. "It's a blessing and a curse, really."
After a moment, he leaned closer to the glass, squinting. "Hmm, maybe the lighting isn't doing me justice. I look slightly less ethereal right now. Or maybe… the world just isn't ready for my full magnificence."
With a shrug, his gaze drifted back to the city, and his grin widened slightly. Speaking of stages, he thought, there's bound to be some interesting characters here. Geto, Gojo… oh, the points I'll rack up meeting those guys.
He chuckled to himself, already picturing the encounters.
The bus came to a halt at the station, and Shiro rose to his feet, adjusting his jacket with an air of practiced confidence. "Alright, girls," he said, gesturing for them to follow. "Welcome to Tokyo City. Stick close to me, and I'll show you how to survive this concrete jungle. Maybe even thrive."
Mimiko and Nanako nodded, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness as they stepped off the bus.
Once outside, Shiro paused, taking in the full view of the bustling streets. Cars zoomed past, people moved in an endless stream, and the towering buildings loomed above them like silent guardians.
He took a deep breath, letting the lively energy of the city fill him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something close to peace.
"Tokyo," he said softly, his grin returning. "It's good to see a city that still stands. Let's make the most of it."